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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.