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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.