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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.