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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.