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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.