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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.