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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.