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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.