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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Q65,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.