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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.