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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.