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 India and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Swans,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.