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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.