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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.