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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.