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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.