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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.