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 Barbados and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.