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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.