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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.