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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.