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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.