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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.