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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra 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?
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.