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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.