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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Q65,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.