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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.