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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
X-102,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.