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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.