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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.