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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.