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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
JFA,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.