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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.