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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.