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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.