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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.