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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.