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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.