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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABC to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.