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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.