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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.