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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Names,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Can,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.