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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Crime,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.