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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.