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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.