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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.