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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Magma,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.