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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.