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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
cv313,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.