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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.