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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.