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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Wire,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.