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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.