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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.