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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.