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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.