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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Brick,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.