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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.