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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.