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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.