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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.