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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.