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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.