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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.