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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.