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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Scion,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.