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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Brick,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.