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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
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The Zeros,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.