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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.