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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.