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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Television,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.