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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.