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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.