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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.