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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.