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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Can,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.