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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.