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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.