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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Darondo,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.