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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.