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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.