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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.