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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.