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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.