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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.