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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.