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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.