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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.