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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.