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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
MC5,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.