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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.