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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.