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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Gong,
JFA,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.