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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.