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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.