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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
X-102,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Names,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.