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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Japan,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Names,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.