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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.