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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.