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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.