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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.