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 India and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.