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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.