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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.