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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.