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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
MDC,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.