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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.