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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.