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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.