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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.