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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.