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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
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.