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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.