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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.