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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.