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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.