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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
UT,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.