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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
ABC,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Index,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.