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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.