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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.