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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.