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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.