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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Pole,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.