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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.