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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.