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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.