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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.