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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.