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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.