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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
the Germs,
The Human League,
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.