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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.