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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.