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 Zambia and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.