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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.