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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.