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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.