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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
the Swans,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.