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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.