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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Cymande,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.