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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Magma,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.