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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.