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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.