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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.