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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.