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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Saints,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.