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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.