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 Honduras 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Visage,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.