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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.