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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.