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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.