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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.