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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.