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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.