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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.