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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.