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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.