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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Josef K,
Quantec,
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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.