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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Franke,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.