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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.