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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.