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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.