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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.