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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.