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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.