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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.