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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.