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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.