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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Magma to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.