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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.