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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.