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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.