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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.