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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.