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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.