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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.