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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.