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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.