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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.