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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.