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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.