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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.