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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.