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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.