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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.