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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.