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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Television,
Slave,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.