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 Eritrea 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.