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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.