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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.