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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.