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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.