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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.