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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.