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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.