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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.