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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.