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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.