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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.