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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.