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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.