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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.