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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.