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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.