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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.