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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.