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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.