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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.