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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.