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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.