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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Cameo,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.