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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.