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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.