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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.