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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.