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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.