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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.