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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.