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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.