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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.