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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.