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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.