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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 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?
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.