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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.