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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.