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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.