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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Organ,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.