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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.