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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.