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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.