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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.