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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.