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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.