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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.