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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.