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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.