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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Franke,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.