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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.