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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 snare 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 Howard Jones 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.