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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Index,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
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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.