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 Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.