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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.