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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Fear,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.