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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Magma,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.