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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.