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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Pole,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.