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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.