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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.