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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.