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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.