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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
UT,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.