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 South Africa and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.