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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.