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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.