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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.