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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.