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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.