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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.