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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ten City to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.