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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.