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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.