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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.