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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.