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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Nas,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.