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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.