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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.