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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.