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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.