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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.