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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Wings,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.