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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.