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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Index,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.