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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Smog,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.