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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.