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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.