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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.