Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.