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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.