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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.