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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.