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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Names,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Japan,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.