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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.