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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Index,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Can,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.