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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.