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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.