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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.