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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
UT,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.