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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
cv313,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.