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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.