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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.