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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.