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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.