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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.