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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.