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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.