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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.