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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.