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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Wire,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.