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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.