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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.