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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.