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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.