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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.