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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.