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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.