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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.