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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.