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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.