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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.