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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.