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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.