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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.