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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.