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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.