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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Japan,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.