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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.