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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.