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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.