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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.