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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.