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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Chrome,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.