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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.