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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.