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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.