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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.