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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
New Order,
Pylon,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.