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 United States and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.