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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
PIL,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.