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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.