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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.