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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.