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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.