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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.