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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.