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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
MDC,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.