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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.