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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.