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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
UT,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.