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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.