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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.