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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.