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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.