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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.