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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.