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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.