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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.