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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.