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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
the Association,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.