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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Nico,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.