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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.