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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.