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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.