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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.