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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.