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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
CMW,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Index,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.