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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
Niagra,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.