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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.