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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.