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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.