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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.