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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.