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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.