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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.