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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.