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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.