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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.