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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
10cc,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
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.