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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.