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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.