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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.