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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.