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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.