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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.