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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.