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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.