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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.