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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.