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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.