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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.