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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.