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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.