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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.