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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
AZ,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.