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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.