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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 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 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.