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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.