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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.