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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
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.