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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.