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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.