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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.