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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.