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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.