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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.