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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Whodini,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.