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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.