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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.