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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.