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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.