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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.