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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.