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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.