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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.