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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.