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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.