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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.