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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.