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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
UT,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.