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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Litter 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.