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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.