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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.