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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.