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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 a-ha 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
MDC,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.