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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.