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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.