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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.