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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.