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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.