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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Technova,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.