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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.