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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.