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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.