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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Nas,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Television,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.