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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.