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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.