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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Television,
Sparks,
Wire,
Little Man,
Franke,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.