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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.