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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.