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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.