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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.