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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Scion,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
X-101,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.