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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.