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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.