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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.