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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.