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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.