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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Japan,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.