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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.