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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.