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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.