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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.