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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.