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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.