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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.