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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.