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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.