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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Index,
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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.
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.