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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.