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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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?
Yazoo,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.