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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.