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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.