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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.