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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.