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 France 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.