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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.