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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.