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 France and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
The Names,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.