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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.