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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.