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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.