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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.