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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pierre Henry 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.