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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.