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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.