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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.