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 Burkina 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.