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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
MC5,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.