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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.