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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.