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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.