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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.