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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.