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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Model 500,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Audionom,
MDC,
Skriet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.