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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Nas,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.