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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.