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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.