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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Shoche,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.