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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.