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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.