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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.