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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.