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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.