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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.