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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Gong,
Cluster,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.