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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.