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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Japan,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.