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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Smog,
JFA,
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.