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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.