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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Can,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.