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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.