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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.