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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.