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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.