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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.