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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.