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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.