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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nico,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
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.