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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.