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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
World's Most,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.