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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Swans,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.