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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.