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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Visage,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
June of 44,
MDC,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.