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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Wire,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.