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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.