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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Franke,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.