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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.