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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.