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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.