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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.