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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Pole,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.