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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.