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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.