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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.